Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Television,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.